McDunnagh Castle, standing squat on the loch on a low outcrop of rock, seagulls screeching about it like banshees, was not what Kara expected. Not that it was terribly important that in one word the place was terrible. Lower than her lowest expectations.
After all, she wasn't here to clean, or live, in it, which was as well, since it would have taken her weeks to make even the merest alcove her startled gaze edged sideways into on the way inside, habitable. Cobwebs, dust, clutter, dead rats, even dead bats, everywhere and such a smell of damp, it all but knocked her sideways.
She was less sure about its master. Yesterday she'd wondered why he'd not come to meet her. But there, the maidservant had kept him. And still did. Her breasts were obviously preferable, what was under her skirt too
